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Please, do something. We're going to burn up.
What is the matter with these people?
Captain, the freighter's hull temperature is approaching critical.
PICARD [OVER lNTERCOM]: Lieutenant Yar, we're ready.
You see, what happened, well, was--
PICARD: Do it.
We don't want to be the ones responsible for their suffering.
Do you think that we're in any danger from this plague?
Help us, please.
Of course. You are right, doctor.
You'll find it's a fascinating tale that we've come across here.
I'll talk with the Brekkians.
I see no reason why not.
It is a fair exchange.
What have you learned?
Sir, l have determined what is malfunctioning on the freighter.
T'JON: Hey, that's great.
They believe it will help them.
All sections secure, sir.
The coils stay here.
Put this on the main viewer.
It doesn't.
PICARD: Oh, I think it's worse than that.
In fact, too fine.
You find us well, l trust?
[ELECTRlClTY BUZZlNG]
And how do we do that?
Too much interference.
Assuming the malfunction is similar,
I assure you, we're in perfect health.
And you don't know how to align a control coil?
How are our rather quarrelsome guests?
We have a serious problem here and can't seem to fix it.
Do you have the necessary tools to realign the coil?
How can a chemical substance provide an escape?
They were destroyed with your ship.
I don't want them to have access to the Bridge.